The moment Akai left King's City, Miura went to work on a personal project. Whispers in her ear became more clear. As if Miura never had a plan, but was only made aware by something that couldn't be seen. But she was only given pieces of information. Just enough for one step at a time to reach her goal. The sun was still up and she had a limited amount of time.

She entered the Guinea Pig Tavern that was near the Den of Dragonslayers. The others knew the witch, but as she walked in, only silence surrounded the room. None of them would even make eye contact with her. As long as she hid behind the Crimson Black Knight's shadow, she was safe to do as she pleased.

Miura walked up to the front and dropped a bag of gold coins in front of the bartender.

"What do you want to drink?" he asked while looking away from Miura's pale face. Her chain dress slithered ever so slightly.

"I need to rent a room. That should be enough to cover some time at this establishment," Miura said and the bartender threw her a copper room key. "Room Number 4" was engraved on it.

The bartender looked away from her. Miura could smell the fear in the room. Flocks of crows cawed outside. Her reputation to be a dangerous witch had been established by following the Crimson Black Knight. However, as long as she was chained to the dragonslayers, people believed that the dark witch would be controlled. But her mere presence would make any who knew what she was capable of wary.

Miura went upstairs and into her room. It was a simple bedroom with a desk and lamp. Nothing too fancy. There was a wooden chair and she sat down. With the flick of her wrist, the window up was forced up with a gust of wind. In the next moment, her room closed and locked itself by that same wind.

She cracked her knuckles and prepared to work. A plan formed in her head, not by her own intuition, but something beyond anything she could ever imagine. She could only have faith that after one step, the next would form. With no clear path in front of her, she went to work as flocks of crows stormed into the room. Each one flew in circles. One at a time, a crow would perch themselves on the desk. It would proceed to vomit and convulse. It's eyes popped out of their sockets. Their tongues ripped out. Their body's shedding their feathers and each feather would blow out of the room through the window. Then, in one swoop, it popped turning into an amalgamation of flesh and bones. The same would repeat again and again, until she had enough. The remaining crows would continue to fly overhead in the room as she worked.

The shrieks of birds could be heard throughout the tavern. Each person there began to get up and leave in fear of whatever the witch was doing in her room. The bartender was the first to leave as he walked out with the bag of money. He had only hoped that he didn't need to clean up the tavern after the witch was done. Nobody gave a second thought about what she was doing. As long as she was tied to the Crimson Black Knight, they thought that she wouldn't be a problem for other folks. Although, that didn't stop their primal instincts to leave.

First, she removed the bones and started to meld them together with her cold, pale hands. She forged a human skull out of the bones of crows. She lifted it to her face to see whether it was convincing. She shook her head and the bones melted into a form of clay. She continued to mold it, until even she was convinced that it was a human's.

Then, the flesh. She took the squishy, pink fluid of the crows and forced them down the eye sockets of the skull. The chains on her dress slithered on the desk and the metal compressed itself. It slithered into the skull, formed into a small knife, and began to cut away at it.

Then, while the chains worked on the insides of the hand-made skull, she would work on molding the red flesh. She shaped the flesh to go around the human skull while avoiding the holes where the chains would work through. Once she was done, she now needed skin. Miura looked up to the dark ceiling and knew what she had to do.

One of her crows relayed a message to her that Akai was riding back to the city. She needed more time, but a thought occurred to her. The being that lurked in the back of her mind flickered and showed Miura a live view of Akai from the view point of another crow in the sky.

While Akai was riding back to the city, his horse started to give him trouble. He was somehow unable to control his stallion's movements. It neighed and neighed as maggots underneath the ground began to chew on the horses feet. The next moment, the black horse rode away from the city and back towards the forest, while Akai tried to calm it down. Miura's eyes went back to her reality. She was given the time needed. Now, she had to follow the next step that came to her mind.

She braced herself for what she thought would be the most painful act that she had to commit. She gripped her teeth and dug deep into her own legs. Her bloody and sharp nails clawed at the flesh. However, instead of feeling extreme pain, something changed within her. She was feeling ecstatic. The oozing red blood was hers, but it looked more beautiful that anybody else's blood. The pain turned to intense pleasure. More pleasure than any other sin. She moaned as she peeled the skin off of her thighs. The crows cawed in pure ecstasy with her.

When she peeled enough skin to work with, she rested her eyes for a moment. It was an exhilarating sense of rapture. As she relaxed the pieces of skin moved in the same motion of snails, but quicker. They wrapped themselves around the fleshy exterior of the head. When they surrounded each piece, the skin melded with each other, creating a simple template of a face.

In that moment, one of her crows was able to spot the dragon. She was able to clearly see a leather armored girl with scales. She had dark skin and long brown hair. She was in the middle of a bar fight in the Guey Tavern. She sent more crows to that location to watch and follow the girl. She could even hear the girl's voice and her mannerisms. Miura saw the red blade that Akai once used, but wasn't afraid of it. She scanned every detail of her body. Every motion she made. Everything she needed to know. One eye stared over Akai, while the other on the girl. The girl equipped her illusive ring, but the witch already knew how she looked like.

Now, there was one eye watching above Akai, while the other watching the girl, yet she still saw in front of her. Both of them were distracted, and that gave Miura enough time to do what she needed to do.

Miura smiled and prayed to whatever being has brought this to her. One eye kept track of where Akai was, while the other watched the dark skinned, female dragon girl. Now, she had the face she needed. The crows hurried around the city gathering more parts. They stormed into closed local shops in the night and took whatever materials they needed. Pieces of glass from broken windows were swallowed by some of the crows and flown back to Miura. Others went into alchemist shops and brought back different kinds of chemicals and powders.

One of the crows saw a waitress who was around the same body shape as the girl. She was running into an empty alley towards the barracks. Before she was able to reach there, flocks of crows surrounded her and clawed at her face. First, the tongue cut out and mouth covered in feathers, so her screams were muffled in the shadows. Then, the eyes and the rest of the head. Large talons on one of the crows grew to the size a dagger and cut the waitress's head clean off. The bodies of crows filled in the hole, so that no more blood would be lost. Miura would need it. They dragged the body into the sky surrounding it by a black cloud of birds. Nobody could see behind their dark wings as they took what they needed among the night sky.

Miura brought into her room each piece that she needed. As she stood up, some crows filled the bleeding gash in her thighs. Their black feathers were easily noticeable, but as the chains were finished with creating the fine details inside, they wrapped around her wound. The body of the young headless waitress came crashing into the room. Only a small amount of blood had been spilled. It was slightly scratched, but nothing too noticeable, she thought. Other crows came carrying other equipment. Some vomited out brown strands of hair from wherever they could find. One coughed out two eyes that looked like the young dragon girl's. Another threw up dead lizards with light green scales. Some brought pieces of leather armor, pieces of broken glass, and cloth.

As Miura lifted the simple head and as she did so, pink strands of crow brains seeped through the bottom to where the neck was. It writhed and squirmed like worms. The face morphed itself to look like how the girl's face looked like in both shape and color. She pushed in the two eyes where they should be. In the snap of her fingers, the long brown strands of hair flew to where they needed to be. In another, the light green scales dug themselves into the skin. The holes they pierced from healed themselves, as the scales hid from all light, only to be revealed when she needed them to be.

As the pink squishy threads continued to wriggle around and attach to Miura's fingertips, she cast a very slight electrical charge from the tips of her fingers that spread throughout the entire head.

As she held the head up to her own head. She stared deep into the unblinking eyes of the creation she made. Something that she has never done before. She stared and stared, waiting for a response. The eyes blinked and she knew it worked. Miura smiled with content and knew what she had to do. Not from hearing any whispers from outside forces, but from within herself as her sadism took over.